Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tonga and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.